John Fowler - Liminality

Corduroy Laundromat

Sometimes turns into every other time
But yet still it works itself out
Riding on the wings of a moth
So curious, but now you've lost it all

There's something special way up there
I wish I could find the words to describe it to you
And in a way you could understand

In the corduroy laundromat there once sat a little boy
Just a child he was
Just a child

So hold on to the past
The clouds at dawn and now we're coming down
I'm not scared of letting the thought fade away
While you mindlessly work your life away

Timidly in a lost sight I am myself
But who I am not: you
You're the magnet of my heart

I wash my thoughts out at the corduroy laundromat

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Writer(s): John Fowler
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